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Gunna – Sold Out Dates Lyrics ft Lil Baby

Gunna

Gunna

Sold Out Dates by Gunna ft. 

[Intro – Gunna]
Yeah, yeah
Young, young, young Gunna, yeah
Run that back Turbo

[Hook/Chorus – Gunna]
Baby, sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermes, I love that blue race
It’s cheetah my pack, the condo a cage
Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid
My jacket Off-White, I don’t mean that it’s Bape
I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid
Her apron at night, I’m still rocking Bape
Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade

[Verse 1 – Gunna]
‘Nother backend, I’m back on the road
Flooded Patek, paid off a show
Dripping this rare, more this Vlone
Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone
Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons
Eight in a two, and let it dissolve
Balmain my dinner, young Gun wanna ball
Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog
My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid
Ten K this year for Coachella, it’s lit
Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig
Open sale money, left them in a trench
Lightning bolt diamonds ’cause I move with Vince
We strapped like a lineman, I really got rich
Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my p–s
Don’t get it confused, I’m still banging the six
New Cartier, Gunna outdone
N—-s tryna soak up the drip like a sponge
Hatred’s contagious, I keep me a gun
I’m focused on making an M in a month
Baby order twenty thousand in ones
Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much
Red on the bottom, you need to catch up
Can’t stick to these dropping, I need me a dub

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[Hook/Chorus – Gunna]
Sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermes, I love that blue race
It’s cheetah my pack, the condo a cage
Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid
My jacket Off-White, I don’t mean that it’s Bape
I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid
Her apron at night, I’m still rocking Bape
Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade

[Verse 2 – Lil Baby]
Me and young Gunna back at it again
We just in New York, double dating with twins
I just bought a Wraith, I retired the Benz
I fired my b—h and I hired her friend
I see all the hate through these Cartier lens
Every two months I done put up an M
My dog caught a body, they got it on film
He still rocking Gucci watches in the pen
Take a trip ’round the globe then we do it again
Got ’em watching my drip, guess I’m setting the trend
Louis backpack, hit the jet and I’m gone
I don’t post what I do ’cause these n—-s be clone
See these diamonds they hitting, these VVS stones
Got a championship ring, I just brought it home
FN is plastic, them bullets like pellets
This Givenchy jacket, this ain’t Pelle Pelle
Sold out dates, you know I don’t play
That last aim wasn’t straight, got no for breaks
On they neck ’til it breaks, ain’t pushing no brakes
I got on two watches, I still come in late
It feel like my birthday, I’m getting this cake
I pop like I got it, I’m holding my weight
I control the projects, I’m pushing this weight
I’m sipping this sizzurp, I pour me an eight

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[Hook/Chorus – Gunna]
Sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermes, I love that blue race
It’s cheetah my pack, the condo a cage
Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid
My jacket Off-White, I don’t mean that it’s Bape
I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid
Her apron at night, I’m still rocking Bape
Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade

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